Since tomorrow is 6/6/06, I figure that this story is very appropriate. I must warn you though, that it's pretty scary and not for the fanatically religious or faint of heart.
One Friday night back when I was 18, one of my best guy pals from my hometown, Chad, came to visit me. He brought our friend, Paul with him...a kid I'd known since kindergarten. I had them meet me out at a party in the middle of nowhere, and they almost got into a fight with some rednecks so we left. We then linked up with this guy Bo and the four of us decided to go to my house (I was still living with my parents at the time)to hang out. I didn't want to be the only girl, so I called my friend, Frances. She came and met us.
So it's around one in the morning, and me, Frances, Bo, Chad, and Paul and sitting in my room, drinking beer and talking. A friend of ours had died the summer before so Bo talked me into breaking out the ouija board. I should note before I go any further that for some reason, Frances has always been very in tune with the afterlife. She can put her fingers on a ouija board and the thing will go crazy. I could never use the thing without her - it never worked anyone but her (and my little brother, but that's another story for another day).
Frances and I get on the ouija board and of course the thing instantly starts moving. We tried contacting our friend, but possibly because we were so impaired, we weren't able to reach him. Instead, some scary stuff happened. The thing went absolutely crazy...it was moving so fast that it was hard to keep track of what was being said. Frances would ask questions like, "who are you?" and would get answers like "demon" and "666."
Meanwhile, Chad and Bo are laughing because they think we're full of crap and that we're making the board say these things. It gets pissed and spells out, "I'm coming to get you Chad and Bo." They stopped laughing.
I don't remember how long we were on the board, but at some point, I got REALLY freaked out so we stopped. I had one of the guys break the board in half and we threw it in the trash. After the trash man came the following week, my sister found the board in our driveway.
I will never touch one of those things ever again.
Monday, June 05, 2006
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That is so freaky. I never had a real one, but at slumber parties we would turn a Scrabble board upside down, tape letters and numbers to it, and use a plastic Solo cup as the thing you put your fingers on. No wonder it never worked.
Every day that you don't update, I think you've gone into labor.
Nope...no labor. I've just been lazy. ;)
My stepmom wouldn't let us have a Ouija board. We were deprived. ;-)
WHOA! I've never used a Ouija board mostly because I wasn't allowed to have one either. But I was always scared of something freaky like this happening.
holy shit! i had one too (my parents were up for anything...i can't even IMAGINE allowing one in my house nowadays). they freak me the heck out now. I walked by the game wall at toys r us last week and saw the stack of boxes and wondered who the heck still plays with those? i can't even watch scary movies or those ghost hunting shows now i'm so easily freaked out by things.
the strangest thing that ever happened to me was in the 6th grade. my friend and i were sitting in my back yard (in the middle of the day) and we decided to "contact" the captain of the titanic. it started moving, but the way that thing is, it always felt like the other person was moving it. we both swore we weren't moving it and decided to ask who we were "talking" to. would you believe it actually spelled the CORRECT name of the titanic captain? honestly, i believe that name was somewhere stored in the back of one of our minds...because come on! Even if that thing DID work, don't you think the freaking captain of the titanic had better things to do with his time??
the crazy part about you throwing yours away is that i've always heard you can't just throw them away. you have to actually give it to someone, or something bad will happen...blah, blah, blah.
i wonder what happens when your mom sells yours at a yard sale??? maybe you end up with anorectal problems in your 30's.
That's pretty funny, Christine! I actually can tell you what happens when your mom sells yours at a yard sale because Stephen's mom bought one at a yard sale once. It stayed in the garage for years and Stephen got a morbid curiousity to use it after his dad died. He couldn't get it to work (and I sure as hell wasn't going to touch it), so we called my brother to come over and break it in. When he got on the thing, "someone" came on and told him that the board was evil...then somehow, the board shocked my brother's finger!!! I was right there and saw the whole thing. Anyhow, the "spirit" then told my brother to get rid of the board, so he broke it in half right then and there. Stephen threw it in the trash and wouldn't you know, after the trash man left that next week, half of the board was sitting in the driveway.
Creepy shit.
double holy shit!!!! how bizarre is that? that's seriously scary.
Tell me about it!
The moral is that it's better to sell your ouija board at a yard sale than it is to buy one from a yard sale!!!
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